Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her, cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
Yeah, she want me cause my (Swag′s so mean) I know I want her cause her (Swag′s so mean) You know you got it when your (Swag′s so mean) Swag′s mean, Ah-Swag′s mean
[Killa Kyleon] Run that back up in the hood again, wh-where it′s all good again Ri-ridin candy slab, gr-grippin on that wood again I got that bread, I walk that walk, yeah that′s why I talk that talk Let my down my flip, pop up my trunk but on my life I spark the dark I′m on that um (movin slow), jammin that screw (my music slow) Rippin 4, my jewels they glow, y′all make it rain, I make it snow Downtown where I usually go, hit that door I walk straight in VIP, yeah that′s my space, don′t do no 8s, my top be 10
[LeToya] A H-town chick, you already know Call me Mrs. Baird cuz I′m makin dough My coupe topless, capricorn by my toe Richest skinny on my hips, Louis on my toes
[Hook - Slim Thug/LeToya] I hear your money talkin but you ain′t loud enough It cost to be a boss but you ain′t got enough Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up What you know about VVS rockin, rubberbands poppin Black cards swipin, coppin everything you likin Now get ya swagger up (T), now get ya swagger up (O) Now get ya swagger up (Y), now get ya swagger up (A)
[LeToya] I′m back at it, been gone for a minute Busy galleria shopping and runnin my own business Had to shake a couple haters, haters thought I was finished They say time is money so I′m stackin every minute H-town representer, yeah you already know You might spot me in the office packin rose mo′ Walk it out in my giuseppes, to the valet I go If I ain′t workin wood wheel drivers open my door
[Hook - Slim Thug/LeToya] I hear your money talkin but you ain′t loud enough It cost to be a boss but you ain′t got enough Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up What you know about VVS rockin, rubberbands poppin Black cards swipin, coppin everything you likin Now get ya swagger up (T), now get ya swagger up (O) Now get ya swagger up (Y), now get ya swagger up (A)
[LeToya] It′s the T-O-Y-A, everybody know Rockin St. Laurent with the jimmy choo patent pumps Gotta be fly, first class when I′m on the go Watch me ride this beat bass beatin in my trunk Now while you still on your Louis Vuitton I′m rockin Louboutin In my droptop benz with your man stalkin And like Bee say, ′let me upgrade ya′ Well LT say ′swagger up, baby′
[Bun B.] You see my chain game is crazy and my piece game is playa My fit game is fiyah and my shoe game′ll slay ya My wrist game ready and my whip game proper When I pull up on a bopper I′m a real showstopper Bun B., king of the trill born and raised Down in texas where these boys be runnin game for days If ya gal is in the building when I spot her I′ma snag her Better luck next time partna, step up your swagger
[Hook - Slim Thug/LeToya] I hear your money talkin but you ain′t loud enough It cost to be a boss but you ain′t got enough Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up Now get ya swagger up, now get ya swagger up What you know about VVS rockin, rubberbands poppin Black cards swipin, coppin everything you likin Now get ya swagger up (T), now get ya swagger up (O) Now get ya swagger up (Y), now get ya swagger up (A)
Yo, ain′t no better man for this hype track Just the veteran taking the mic back David Letterman even said he like that track man Even though he ain′t a rap fan Black radio, they won′t play though Ever since "Summertime" they ain′t liked none of mine Even though the fans went out & bought enough I guess they think Will ain′t hard enough Maybe I should just have a shoot out Run up in the bank, bustin′, grabbin′ all the loot out Whoop somebody ass, taking my boot out Right on TV so ya′ll can see me Just ignorant, attacking, actin′ rough I mean, then will I be black enough Oh wait maybe I′ll jack a truck Full of cigarettes, guns & drugs & stuff
[Chorus 2x:] Get that I wish I would of made that Lean back I wish I would of made that I wish I woulda told the girls to ′drop it like it hot′ Summer, Summer, Summertime Seem like all I got
I always envied how ya′ll rock wit Dre & the Chronic The way that Tupac, Biggie, 50 and Jigga got it A lot like L.L., Chuck D, Slick & Dougie I think ya′ll love me, but ya′ll place other rappers above me & I don′t know if you feel my flow & be at my show & you′ll see where I should go On the charts of rhyme arts & thoughts in rap form Damnit, I expanded the platform Damnit, this Cat′s on a rap song Yeah, it ain′t no braids or plats on Ain′t on stage wit no gats on You know I′m afraid, getting′ my act on It might have stunted my growth But I wanted them both & I hope that it would be less tougher You do two things & then they both gonna suffer I chose to act & it broke my heart not to rap Prodigal son, clever, better than ever, back
[Chorus]
I got my swagga back I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back I got, I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back Yo, do you see that lil′ bop in my step Do you see the little drop to the left, huh, yo Baseball cap, Timbs when I walk Do you see that lil′ grin when I talk, huh, yo Do you see me sorta glide when I slide See lean to the side in my ride, huh, yo Do you see it′s no ice on my wrist Fish still bite just like this. right, right Do you know what it mean when you see a dude′s chick on TV gleamin′, huh? Know what it mean to be on the scene & in the audience "Ali", beamin′, yo! I must have a ′S′ on my chest, I recovered from the Wild, Wild West, yes! Yo, I been up the creek without a paddle Now I′m back on the saddle I got my swagga back
[Chorus]
I got my swagga back I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back I got my swagga back I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back I got my swagga back I got that swagga back, I got that swagga back I got my swagga back
All you see that you see when you seeing me, you ain′t seeing all to be seen Cause there′s more for you to see than when you see me on the scene in my media machine I mean madness, sickness, sadness, swaggerless back in the day Fat, ugly chicks in New York on the radio, saying I′m gay I had a bonafide downside frown with the swagga not around in my life Bank account found minimal amounts when countin′ cause of my now ex-wife I had the boar-thick wall & all that, endure pitfalls & all that, fallin′ callin′ for help With no call back, where was ya′ll at, gimme the ball back I got my swagga back
[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.′s "Paper Planes"] "No one on the corner has swagger like us" "Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"
[Chorus]
[Kanye West] ("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion ("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first I′m Christopher Columbus, y′all just the pilgrims Thanksgiving, do we even got a question? Hermes pastel, I passed the dressing My attitude is tattooed That mean it′s permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh? ("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it? Cause a slave my whole life, now I′m the master Naaaaa-na-naaaaa How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine? Naaaaa-na-naaaaa Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z] Geah.. ("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this Can′t wear skinny jeans cause my nines don′t fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine′s so thick You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh Follow my steps is the road to success Where the niggas know you′re thorough when the girls say yes (yes!) ("No one on the corner") But I can′t teach ′em my swag You can pay for school but you can′t buy class ("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I′m a grad And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap It′s Hooooo-vahhhhh Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda Hooooo-vahhhhh Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?
[Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] No one on the corner has swagger like moi Church, and I′m too clean for the choir I require, but I desire I got stripes, A-di-das Mamis scream, "?Papi no mas!" Run up in your shit just me, no mas Running this shit like I got four′ tires No one has swagger like these for′ guys Now when it comes to styles, I got several Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal And my jew-els, blue and yellow The type of shit that make ′em call you Carmelo Who′s as follows stay true to the ghetto Write your name on the bullet make you feel special Ha! What the fuck you boys talking ′bout? I know it′s us cause we the only thing you talk about And I′m gone... bye... yeah
[Chorus - during last line]
[T.I.] Hah, you see? That′s right Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy I′m a verse that′s picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose You ain′t living what you kicking then you worthless Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it Verse is autobiographical, absolutely classical Last thing I′m worried ′bout is what another rapper do Ain′t nobody hot as me Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstanding quality Sell a lot of records, I′ll respect it and salute that But spin real life on hot beats, I′m the truth at You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[T.I. - over Chorus] Okay, yeah, that′s right Okay, yeah, so you notice huh Hah, yeah, okay, tell ′em for me shawty Yeah, that′s right, yeah
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
Mr. West is in the building Swagga on a hundred thousand, trillion Ayo I know I got it first I’m Christopher Columbus, y’all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even gotta question? Hermes, Pastelle, I pass the dressing My attitude is tattooed That means it’s permanent so I guess I should address it, huh?
My swagga is Mick Jagger Every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it «Why ya so mad for it? Why ya gotta have it?» ’Cause I slaved my whole life, now I’m the master
Na-na-na How it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine? Na-na-na-na-na Trying to get that Kobe number, one over Jordan
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
(No one on the corner) Got a bop like this Can’t wear skinny jeans ’cause my knots don’t fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans ’cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by checkin’ my fresh Checkin’ checkin’ my fresh, checkin’ checkin’ my fresh Follow my steps, it’s the road to success Where the niggas lookin’ feral when the girls say yes
But I can’t teach you my swag You can pay for school but you can’t buy class School of hard knocks, I’m a grad In that all-blue Yankee, it’s my graduation cap
It’s Hova! Dippin’ different Rovers, whippin’ with the soda Hova! Could you even have any doubt? After doubt if it’s over
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner has swagga like moi Church but I’m too clean for these boys I require what I desire I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream, Papi, no mas! Run up in your shit, just me, no mas Runnin’ this shit like I got four thighs No one has swagga like these four gods!
And when it comes to styles, I got several Sharper than a swagga, dagger all metal And my jewels, blue and yellow The type of shit that make ’em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows, stay true to the ghetto Write your name on a bullet, make you feel special Ha! What the f**k you boys talkin’ ’bout? I know it’s us ’cause we the only thing to talk about
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
You can go see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the birdplay Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy All my verses picture perfect, only spittin’ certain purpose If you ain’t living what you kickin’ then you worthless
Lookin’ from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical Last thing I’m worried about is what another rapper do
Ain’t nobody hot as me even if they rap they ass off Blast off and have outstandin’ quality Sell a lotta records, I respected and salute that But spittin’ real life on hot beats, I’m the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary Livin’ revolutionary, nothin’ less than legendary Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us
No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us, like us, like us
Этими минутами попали по вам по вам неминуема победа пали па рам па пам мало попадали мы годами не видали выдали медали но навалом не выдавали свэг мы не парадировали бибера
свэг попадали но не было выбора дабл тайм это мы четко и быстро выдаем на биты чокнутый выстрел стой не карикатуры я нарисовал тут ты меня не понимаешь значит вынимай дурь вы с нами вы с нами вы с нами но вы стали вы стали вы *** попал по вам не придумывая бомбой … дабы не видать тебя не видать чтобы не летать после проста
эта бомба запала не на наши катакомбы быком быть тебе коли не ставишь на повтор бом бом перебили монотонны мы тоны бом бом переваривали фона мы тонну летс гоу не вини меня не перебивай я не буду много говорить а ты запоминай дабл тайм это не под бан дабы не понятно то переведу его вам я не буду говорить что я крут, мол тебе врут мол говоря я тебе бут флоу засрут пол тебе комментами а треки только дети мол сделали тебе ровные не в обиде но вопите на репите накопите, как это бывало плохо не забуду, как эпитет зарубите не сопите, повторяю не сопите это мосвоу сити позитив на бите
[Chorus] Her booty got swag, her booty got swag [2X] Now dip it down, den roll with it [2X] Her booty so big I can hang my chain from it [2X] Dip it down, den roll with it [2X]
[Verse 1] Dip it down to the ground then get it Don′t be scared girl get it (girl get it) I′m good if you with it, I′m with it Soulja Boy tell ′em first (first) let′s get it She got a "Donk Part 2" what′s happenin? (What′s happenin?) New money and I got it from rappin (from rappin) A hundred flips wrapped up in plastic Shake it up and down can I grab it (grab it)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] Mic check, Gucci bandana Girl I see you in dem sandals You might be too much to handle Soulja Boy TV that′s my channel Girl break it down with it, break it down break it down with it Break it down break it down with it Girl take it down with it, take it down take it down with it Take it down take it down with it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Get do [repeat "get it" in background] Take it down to the ground [repeat "get it" in background] Shake somethin girl [repeat "get it" in background] Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk [repeat "get it" in background]
Soulja Boy Tellem! Hopped up off tha bed, Turn ma swag on, Took a look in tha mirror said wassup Yeeeeea im gettin money (ohh) [x2]
Turn ma swag on, Its ma turn now turn it up Yeeeeea, yeeeea I put my team on, and ma theme song Now its time to turn it up Yeeeeea, yeeeea
I got a question why they hattin on me, I got a question why they hattin on me I aint did nuthin to em, but count this money And put my team on, now my whole clic stunnin Boy wassup, yeeeea Boy wassup, yeeeea
When i was 9 years old, i put it in ma head That ima die for this gold (Soulja Boy tellem) Boy wassup, yeeeea Hopped up off tha bed Turn ma swag on Took a look in tha mirror said wassup Yeeeeea im gettin money (ooh) [x2]
Im back again, I know a lot of yall thought i wasn′t coming back..... Yeeeeea, yeeeea I had to prove them wrong, Got back in the studio and came up with another hit Yeeeeea, yeeeea I told the world my story, the world where im from Souljaboy X L dot com, boy wassup Yeeeeea, yeeeea
Now everytime you see me spit Every time you hear me rhyme Everytime you see me in your state of town Say wassup Yeeeeea, yeeeea
Hopped up off tha bed Turn ma swag on Took a look in tha mirror said wassup Yeeeeea im gettin money (ooh) [x2]
[Intro: T.I.] You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay) Get your suit fitted (ay) Starts on the inside, ya dig? I don′t need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay) If you don′t love yourself you can′t love nobody Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself You gon′ need to travel ladies, you go and got that mack diesel right
[T.I.] I′m the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali Catch me in New York, I′m on the way to Miami I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris I be at home barely, I′ll sleep when I′m buried What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up I went to Japan and made a mil′ in a week bruh These niggaz can′t keep up cause they see me in London Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain′t sleep for Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80′s See the money′s what move me, conversation don′t phase me
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)] (Tell ′em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrld Traveled the seven seas (and I be) Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me) Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay) Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo) They keep callin me (they call me) Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be) Hopin that they get a shot of me It′s my swaaaaag (they wonder what′s so special ′bout him) (Why they ain′t sellin records like him, tell ′em) It′s my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool) (That why e′rybody do what he do, tell ′em) Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that) (When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don′t know) It′s my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real niggaz love him) (Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess) Gotta be my swaaaaag
[T.I.] Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat See I′m gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat I came in the game slow, they act like they ain′t know that I wasn′t gon′ leave until I got what I came fo′ I still can′t complain though, as long as I ain′t broke I came a long way but shawty ain′t nuttin changed though I still let the tool go, don′t get it confused bro Run up on me wrong, now what you think I′ma do bro? Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain′t worth it Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts
[Chorus]
[T.I.] Regardless what haters say I′m as real as they come I′m chasin that paper baby however it come I′m singin a song and movin yay by the ton I bet you never seen a nigga gettin money so young How I get from the pen′, all the way to Berlin I′ve been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I′m goin again It ain′t nuttin to catch me in the south of France In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam And ain′t nuttin to fly, all the way to Dubai St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try G-5 to Moscow and they say I′ma lie I′ma ball like a dog ′til the day that I die
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Outro: T.I.] This is impeccable pimpin You couldn′t duplicate this shit if I told you how to man Hahhh, y′all niggaz keep up By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga I′ll be in Cuba By the time you get to Cuba I′ll be in Haiti By the time you get to Haiti I′ll be way over in Africa man Y′knowmsayin? South of France in my land man The Earth′s my turf my nigga [fades out]